Poetry & Art

love Metaphor

I have tasted the bitter, sweet and sour , sure tasted neither wrong or right but just as life felt exactly…
I miss the softness of your silk white sheets of blissful affection, kindness and warm passion

I have pricked and licked the sore openings of the leaved gates, so I also miss your sweet tender caress…

I have missed coffee moments where we sit in a single chair to share muses of truths and instructions, all these always felt better than living ordinary

I know you are Spirit and I human, but how you choose to give sweet ecstasy to my mortality and worship to your divinity is beyond the justice my words could ever give…

It’s for this and many desires that I aspire to ascend beyond the limits of my self conjured clouds, to visit the highest firmaments where your most divine presence gives sweet eternal essence to my very soul!